Five steps later, my gaze turned to Quin's cold face. I prepared myself for a defensive position by covering part of my face and lower body. James's defeat flashed in my mind. In this case, attacking would be suicide. Observation and strategy is now the best option. The raindrops fell from the overcast sky without making the situation any easier.
"Start the fight." Issac's low voice rang out in the silent combat zone.
Quin, at high speed, started to run straight at me. My few firm steps reduced the distance even further. Coach's left arm came up in preparation for the punch. It was a fumble manoeuvre. I quickly swung and began to slide on wet grass. Quin avoided this by leaping into the air so that she was directly behind me. My hand caught on the ground stopping the slide and instantl
